HALF HOPE

HALF HOPE

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Half Hope isn't a daily rom-com or magical sinister form of book anyone can comprehend and understand. It's just different. A dystopian story of a tenebrous mind cogitating mindfulness and resonating melancholy. In a terrifying world of distress and mere unhappiness. Hope longs and runs from the world deep rooted inside chaos. She finds out that lives of other people are just the same, miserable or even more so. Dustin's past traumatizes him with every step he takes. His father was murdered ruthlessly. His brother runs a DEA search for the suspect. Little does he know that the traps we set for others often lead to us falling in them.
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When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. Or maybe the fact that he's a playboy. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 **Wrote this in middle school. Revised to make readable**

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